Into endlessness

I drop, into endlessness
there is no air left, no ground to catch me brokenhearted
there is only the fall
further
down

I hoped one day I could take my heart with me, give it what it needs
perhaps a parasol decorated cocktail, on a beach half a world away. Tequila shots, 2 dollars each, and skinny dipping at night; a taste of salt water, drown my head and cure my heart...

Poem for L.

Some stars were bright but burned out early

while others only looked bright

when the night was at its darkest.

Your star was the one that stuck around

when it was so dark I could barely even see you

smiling next to me

so maybe the greatest thing I can do

is to spend bright days and dark nights,

every second I’m breathing,

trying to make you smile

so your star shines just a little brighter.

new girl

there’s a new baby girl at daycare.

bertha tells me that
my son will only sleep
when she sleeps
and today
that was not very much.

at dinner
he is someone else’s boy -
hand slapped in sweet potato,
face tear laced,
wailing,
and i can’t tell
if he’s tired
or in love

beautiful

the world is all a-swirl
"ugly's" been replaced by
"beautiful"

and i stand
in the middle midst
hands invisible

inside the sentence chamber
words are all a flutter
cradling
not wings
but rather
- unborn poems

inside the seething of the hole
inside the writhing of the seething gaping whole
inside the twisting turning churning of the all increasing
sanities
and well earned
vanities

i stand
alone and full
one of one too many
still not knowing what to make of
all this

swirling whirling whispering seething writhing twisting turning churning burning yearning wriggling while-in' fold up in upon
collapsing

beauty


- kim thompson thursday 6 may 21:29 seoul, korea